Let Every Tongue My Savior Praise

Let ev­ery tongue my Sav­ior praise

Who for His serv­ant cares

And watch­es ov­er all my ways

And num­bers all my hairs;

In dan­ger’s un­sus­pect­ed hour

Who hides my life ab­ove

And saves from the des­troy­er’s pow­er

The ob­ject of His love.

Thou on­ly dost the rage re­strain

Of my in­fer­nal foe

And armed with death

be­yond his chain

Th’assassin can­not go;

The fa­tal weapon can­not speed—

A wall of brass with­stands

And an­gels hov­er round my head

And bear me in their hands.

A bird es­caped the fowl­er’s snare

A brand out of the fire

My kind De­liv­er­er I de­clare

My guard­ian God ad­mire;

A pledge of great­er mer­cies still

My ran­somed life re­ceive

And live to serve Thy bless­èd will

And to Thy glo­ry live.

For this Thou didst my soul al­lure

With ear­ly tastes of grace

In health pre­serve

in sick­ness cure

And res­cue in dis­tress:

For this Thou hast my man­ners borne

And spared from year to year

Nor let me quite to sin re­turn

Or quite throw off Thy fear.

I now as from the grave re­stored

By mira­cle di­vine

Enter in­to Thy coun­sel

Lord

And an­swer Thy de­sign;

For heav’n­ly joys at last com­pelled

With earth­ly things to part

Lover of souls

I yield

I yield

I give Thee all my heart!